Everything somehow continues to serve as a reminder, a touch of iron reminds of the tale of my late Father’s passion for welding, cold water reaffirms the memory of what It felt like drinking from late Iya Alape’s clay pot. My dad and his mother do not get to share spaces in my head alone, in fact I reminisce on them less than I do my mum.
She died earliest amongst the trio but somehow everything continues to serve as a reminder of her, moreso, in this candid series of photographs of my sister-in-law and niece(s). Through which I re-imagined ordinary moments that expressed familiar themes of motherhood, intimacy and banality. Which emphasised the possibility of how simple moments such as the captured could re-enact memories and feelings within motherhood that are rarely documented.